We spent the next several hours planning and packing our few belongings.

"What about the books?" I asked Archer as he crossed back and forth through the kitchen.

"Those aren't ours. They were here when we got here."

"You mean someone just left them?" I stared at them through Sasha's eyes as I stood before them, incredulous that someone could abandon so many.

"Well, books don't travel well to the afterlife."

"Oh. The person ...